Angel is a little bad

Chapter 1005 The Temptation of the Witch

Hanabi returned to school with a melancholy mood.

She is now a homeless girl. Although theoretically speaking, she has more relatives, two fathers, two mothers, and two younger brothers, but she actually has no real home.Alas, it feels like no home is her long-term shelter. Can she still have her own home and happiness?
Thinking about the harmonious and happy home she had when she was a child, and the fact that she will have to wander around in the future, thinking about it, it is really sad...

She walked into the campus with her head down, feeling uninspired.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of her, and greeted her with a smile: "Hi, Huahuo, long time no see."

This voice is a bit familiar, but it doesn't seem to have a big impression.Huahuo raised his head and eyes, looked at the boy in front of him, wondering: "Do we... know each other?"

The boy's smile is like an ice floe in the sun, shimmering with shimmering light, pure, noble, and erratic: "Of course, I haven't seen you for a few days, will you not recognize me? My sense of existence is so weak ?”

Huahuo was even more puzzled, as long as he met such a boy, especially if he met only a few days ago, it is impossible not to remember him.

But, she really can't remember... She laughed: "I was traveling and was hit by a car, so I temporarily lost my memory."

The boy smiled, obviously seeing through her promise, but he didn't mind: "Then, I'll treat you to dinner and catch up on the old days, so that you can restore your memory."

Seeing that he is a special boy, Huahuo readily agreed: "Okay, let's go now."

The boy smiled, took his hands out of his coat pockets, and reached out to her: "Can I help you carry your bag?"

Huahuo handed him the luggage, and he carried it in his hands, walking in front of her calmly, unhurriedly, and calmly.Huahuo walked behind him, stared at his back, and kept thinking: Who is he?Why does it feel so familiar even though it looks so strange?It is both strange and familiar, how can there be such a feeling?
It is impossible for a boy not to notice her staring and pressing gaze, but he doesn't seem to be affected in the slightest. He turns his head back from time to time and asks her what she wants to eat and where she wants to eat in a reserved and polite manner. Gentleman.

Who the hell is he—wonder to know—

(End of this chapter)